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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Monday, April 28, 2003
The living celebrate the death day of the dead without the dead after the fact. Zombie Girlfriend can’t sleep – zombie idiots will eat my brains – must beat them with books then burn them Oink you filthy self satisfied porker. Bacon (or the Francis sort) is the overcooked outer fat of a century of philosophy ass screwing science. Chingon Phone Santa Fe's 'fashionable lateness' is very uncool. Doors @ 9pm and people arrive at 12 and only have an hour and a half to party before we close. searched and found in the publicly printed lines. So at work the other night my hand drifted to a copy of the phone book containing both white and yellow pages of not only Santa Fe but Espanola, White Rock, Los Alamos, and Pecos and a copy of the Reporter's 'Local's Guide 2003'. In the phone book i noted that just about every tutor i could think of was listed, if not address then phone number. Also local artists and about towners were almost all represented. It's nice to know they don't fear being found. Sunday, April 27, 2003 oh....by the way... ENABLED. Without Condition! Friday, April 25, 2003 Things to cover up saying something absolutely unintelligible or senseless “*ccrrrrkkk* Niner!” In need of You are acting till necessity makes you really act. So court necessity only as close as you can survive it.
My knife and pen battle for which pocket and hand they belong in. Guess who? She stayed at La Posada but played in ABQ. She invited in the room service, her daughter and husband were there. She had ordered $60 worth of food- shrimp cocktail, chicken tender, tortilla soup, Santa Fe Nachos, Caesar salad. Tipped $5 on top of the gratuity already added and signed the credit slip ‘Mrs. Montana’. Tea- morning tea, mid morning, brunch, elevensies, lunchtime tea, afternoon tea, high tea, din-din tea, after dinner tea, evening tea, night tea. Spanky? I met someone who called himself Slaphappy a while ago at a party. I restrained the desire to blurt out a question as to the possible names of his siblings. Symbolic dreams of future travelings. Dreamt of lock ness- Mum, Aunt Carmel and I were looking over one popular viewing point. I asked where nessy was often seen, and how deep the water was. As it was pointed out by mum reading from her tourist book I saw a shadow below the surface, then it splashed out of the water- a huge old Plesiosaur looking thing. It then headed towards us at an amazing speed and beached itself when it did. It wasn’t a Plesiosaur at all but a young killer whale. Another nessy looking shadow shot from the deep out towards us. This one beached itself too and was a tiger shark. So as they lay there flopping weakly and gasping, apparently not able to recognize out figured by sight Pam suddenly appeared and called a number for ‘Lock Emergencies’. A van soon arrived and began to suit Pam and I up in wet gear so we could get into the water and pull and guide the shark and whale back into the lock. We were almost suited up when I woke up. Imagine this! Remember, the most efficient school is one without any students... They have a special 6 hour long end of year faculty meeting over the following: Us and Them stand forth. There can’t be an 'Us' without a 'Them'. The implications in politics, society and to nationalism are frightening though. A different kind of passion in possition. St. Matthew’s Passion by Bach- Aria #10, is the beautifully sung expression of ‘Grief and Pain’ in German. And I love it. A light hearted dance like flute line and a descending vibrato alto. It’s like an enjoyable victimism, being a sacrificial hero, an indulgence in the painful event at the center of Christianity. Anyone else get this feeling?
“A Dangleover” as coined by Reike is a small but not prominent hangover. A little bit of noticeable dehydration due to drinking the night before.
I don’t need to read Bronte’s Emma because I’ve already met her. Wednesday, April 23, 2003 TIM This is a message expressly for Tim. Tim i don't care where the fuck you are mate, or what time it is, contact me in some god damn way- alright? Because i haven't been able to track you down yet. Tuesday, April 22, 2003 dieing or killing So which has more to do with politics, or is more likely to be mixed with it- beliefs or ideas? Monday, April 21, 2003 Brand New Long Term Mission. If people can establish martial arts based on animal styles and simple geometry in their philosophy, then why not establish one based on geometry- Euclidian (since it's the simplist representation of our space and we are not our space, not can we operate noticably on Lobochefskian principles) including the Platonic Solids (for defense) and Conics (for attack). Sunday, April 20, 2003 Beware the Underpants Gnomes. Saturday, April 19, 2003 A Good Friday Evening. Well that was interesting. People, car bombs (the drink), newly broken up friend (to console), good fellows to banter with, rides to worthy strangers, 'A fine mess' quizine with vanilla malt, random rave of all things, at which i got evidence by proxy not even expecting it. Also got out of the damn fake handcuffs, which is a relief. Why do i still have lube in my jacket pocket? Friday, April 18, 2003 And you thought Bush was funny... Try the Iraqi Information Minister Lesson of life a la Wife of Bath. What women want: Power over their lovers. What women need: vulnerability to those they love.
I love our seal. Dreaming like i was the subject i wrote a paper on. Yet another strange dream, and a dream within another dream. The first dream was at school- familiar faces on campus. Our dorm was being moved off campus. They needed the space for something or other so a semi trailer and a mighty crane picked it up, plopped it down and off went the whole dorm, the residents in the trucker’s cabin, to a new location south of the college by a liquor store, low income housing blocks and a slightly stagnant stream. All the comforts of home. When the dorm was settled down on the plot it had somehow crumbled and sunken the lower level under strain. The head room was just enough for me to walk down the hall and into my room, but no one taller, or if I stood up incredibly strait would have been able to. I entered my now very hobbit hole like room and fell asleep. I dreamt all in confused people and faces, the dream began with me waking up from a concussion- with everyone gathered round peering down at me. Nicola was not my former roommate and Nicola wasn’t her name- it was Brooke’s, in fact she hardly knew me and wasn’t comfortable with me, Brooke wasn’t gay, Reagan was a guy that looked like her brother, I had some romantic interest that kept on trying to remind me of the fact, and some freshman boy was stalking me. I tried to piece it all together but it just didn’t make sense- and they were all so sure of who they were and it wasn’t who I knew them as. I must have whimpered in my sleep, I can remember feeling the cinder block wall with my hand. I could at least feel that I was dreaming and asleep and I tried to say the words I was saying to the people in my dream within a dream but only one blurred and gargled syllable of one crucial word came out. I don’t exactly remember how I got out of it but as soon as I did my memory still wanted to run away from the dream. Picked my brain of sensibility, Wired my senses incorrectly. Heavy books and
Goin’ to Ani. Woop-Whoop! Beautiful symbols of ugly things Why are so many old folk tales and ancient myths filled with so many horrible themes and acts? Rape, incest, murder, matricide, patricide, cannibalism, hate, greed, malice, destruction. Most done by Gods or supernatural beings to humans. Yet these same stories are still beautiful to us. Persephone, Antigone, Theseus and Ariadne, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella. In the Garden. Can you intentionally make someone fall in love with you? Would you fall for them necessarily if you tried? Suite Tour: The Wholesome suite, the Militant suite, the Gamer suite, the Reality suite, the Catty suite.
Cain was the first human to sin against his fellow human. It was treason. He went on to found the first city of man, the first politically enriched civilization. His descendants were also roving herders, musicians, a blacksmith- in other words, both the expression and functional things of civilization. what i'm leaving Being part of a community means you deal with what comes up. Not that you desert and leave turning face and arse cheek. It’s because you are invested. Thursday, April 17, 2003
Once again, older women are just beautiful. It's things like knowing the crowsfeet and creases at the corners of their mouth and along the cheek are from having smilled for so long, and sometimes cried. An eevvil petting zoo? I’ve got it. Any time my lab class begins to bore or frustrate me- I think of the tutor saying “Mini-me”, “Dr. Evil”. Or “Mr. Bigglesworth” and it suddenly becomes so much more palatable and manageable again. After all, the tutor does have the same diction as Dr. Evil, and with his bald head and stature, he could pull of a convincing imitation. "Girls will be Boys and Boys will be Girls" - Lola, The Raincoats So I got dolled up for Lola’s last weekend, the big senior bash that funds senior prank where we dress up like adults to gamble, smoke, drink and dance like we were matured adults and not belligerent college students. I wore a leather rose corset, rose slinky dress, black thigh highs, black strapy heels, leather arm band, white cowboy hat. My feet are still very mashed from many a drunkard stepping on them on the dance floor. Throughout the evening I received many compliments, some of them were accompanied by ‘Wow, you look like a girl.’ Dear Emily was quick to point out how this single simple phrase makes women like her and i who don’t often wear dresses but have no problem at all with dresses (except for having to carry things around when you’re in one with nothing to help you hold these things) NOT EVER want to wear a dress in public again. Of course I’m a girl AS WELL, you dill. You just haven’t seen me dressed in a fashion close to what you consider girly- or what girls do because they are girls. Wednesday, April 16, 2003 Stop making sense. The suspension of belief and disbelief is a way of life at St. Johns. Just like absurdity is when you leave it. Tuesday, April 15, 2003
mmmm...Cold Steel. Monday, April 14, 2003
I went and saw Lionheart at the St. Francis Cathedral downtown. During one of their more layered and elevated pieces instead of the later more epileptic polyphony style, a young child couldn't contain their joy and cried out; then as that piece finished the bells of the cathedral went off. Wow. Thursday, April 10, 2003 Manly Love Perhaps i just aspire to be like a western man's ideal dream of virtue after all these years of learning- both forced and wanted and after actually listening to the stories. Wednesday, April 9, 2003
none of my pens work. i must find this ink sucking vampire. Tuesday, April 8, 2003 Spring quotes. “So we’re going to have 35 perspective students on campus this weekend right?” -Ari Monday, April 7, 2003 Drag King Big Screen Woah...i knew i should have known more about the scene when i saw it the first time...Mo B. Dick was in Pecker! Check out the stripper in 'Pecker's Place' at the end of the trailer. Yeow!
"You can beat a woman like a wild river or you can give her a dike and she'll settle." -Sam at the end of her Machiavelli Seminar. Sunday, April 6, 2003
Ok, i just finished a good writing period of 8 strait hours. Saturday, April 5, 2003 Speaking in terms of Ancient Greece, Theseus is like the model of patriarchy, and Hercules is the model of a manly man. Sick of Disney It's always more interesting when beauty is the beast or the beast is beauty. Wednesday, April 2, 2003 Out of self and service, be back in a week. Paper writing- the one time i won't bath daily, wear the same clothing day and night, drink more than one cup of a caffeine beverage in a sitting, speak like a dadaist on crack, write through the night at my puter, and plaster my walls in text that's highlighted and marked over.
Tuesday, April 1, 2003 When she's gone a day or two without sleep... "Maybe you're developing Alzheimer’s." - Ari
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